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 Sorry fo such a long delay.....My fault....Well here it is:
 *Marchin: "Left, Left, Left Right Left", "Soldiers...Left Face!*
 *Puiny bitches...Listen Up, yo master has somethin to say:"*
 
 My flesh flows at it's best wit my bones potent to battle till my death/
 Compressed wit my sneakers, hood gear, and mic cuz Rhyme Reapers I represent/
 DS will never come close to my presence he's still a fem hiding in his nest/
 His rate's middle weight but gives a newbie spit thinkin he's a threat/
 I never thought that when gay cocks die, they gotta place to rest/
 But when I found out bout 666 Hell drive, DS proven his point leavin me "convinced"/
 Attention Lyrical Soldiers...yall must obey my orders/
 Yo white flag's in tha air, face it, this match is over/
 808 that's right, remember it, write it down, take a picture/
 Never forget it jus like how I didn't forget yo momma's number/
 
 *"I Smell Pussy, Mus be tha soldiers. Get rid of it.  It smell's horrible." "Left, Left, Left-Right-Left*
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